No More Holding Back, a Legend Begins

"Robbins, how is your research into the Tri-Polar Mirror's energy-purifying array coming along? Any breakthroughs?"

High above the dueling arena, an old wizard with a white beard stood casually in an exquisite, richly decorated robe.

Several shadowy figures hovered beside him, their features indistinct, like blurred projections cast by light. They spoke in low voices.

"A few crucial runes still aren't complete. I have far too little relevant knowledge to draw on."

"After the ancient wizard faction Mirror Forest was destroyed, it left behind no systematic inheritance. Everything we know about spatial and mirror magic comes from later generations analyzing and reverse-engineering its runes. There's no helping that."

Someone offered quiet reassurance. "It won't be long. Once Mirror Forest's core region fully opens this time, some new runes and magical artifacts are bound to surface. That should solve your problem."

Robbins, the white-bearded old wizard, shook his head. "Perhaps, but how many valuable things will actually make it into our hands?"

"Then we'll have to wait for a chance to trade."

A low, raspy whisper came from someone whose gender was impossible to tell. It seemed to bypass the others and speak privately with Steward, the Third-Ring Wizard.

Light flickered in Robbins's aged eyes as his lips moved rapidly, almost imperceptibly.

"Buzz—"

An extraordinarily powerful energy fluctuation came from nearby. By the time it reached them, it had dwindled to a faint breeze.

Robbins's conversation stopped abruptly. Everyone turned their attention back to the battle before them.

The Third-Ring Wizards looked up and clearly saw countless streams of azure air converge into a giant hand of flowing light.

Domain Resonance pulsed sharply through the air. Wind-element energy particles surged toward one point like a vortex swallowing the sea.

Someone murmured in admiration, "Violet... I still remember how nervous and awkward